Back from the virtual grave...so to speak.

Hello.

Once upon a time, there was a guy who moved to a faraway land where democracy doesn't function like you'd expect, where the President's brother helped him steal an election, and where Naval Aviation, tourism, and sunshine are even more important than say, people. I'm talking about Florida, friends and neighbors. Pensacola, to be specific, which is in danger of being hit by hurricane even as I write this. The guy, as you may very well have guessed, is me. My name is Charlie, and I live in a small white speaker box on a desk in a tasteful office in Southern California. No, actually, my name is Garrett. My small family and I moved to Pensacola, Florida to start a new business, and be closer to my wife's family. (She's the one, along with my buddy Jon Broad, who inspired me to do this.) This has had mixed results, many of which I plan to feature in this blog.

This is my second attempt at blogging, joining the world of blog, the blogsphere, hopping on the blogtrain. Once, while enjoying a good flagon of particularly watered-down blog in a French bloghouse, I had my left femur removed by an Irish...no, actually, what happened was this: I started my 1st blog last year, which you may recall as 2003, and it was hacked by some fiendish, repugnant piece of shit who I hope rots in a hole reserved for the vilest anal bandits with infected members. That fucker wrecked my work, and while it was not brilliant, it was mine. Some of it may get republished, because, after all, we rebuild when the terrorists come, right?

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Back from the virtual grave...so to speak.

Hello.

Once upon a time, there was a guy who moved to a faraway land where democracy doesn't function like you'd expect, where the President's brother helped him steal an election, and where Naval Aviation, tourism, and sunshine are even more important than say, people. I'm talking about Florida, friends and neighbors. Pensacola, to be specific, which is in danger of being hit by hurricane even as I write this. The guy, as you may very well have guessed, is me. My name is Charlie, and I live in a small white speaker box on a desk in a tasteful office in Southern California. No, actually, my name is Garrett. My small family and I moved to Pensacola, Florida to start a new business, and be closer to my wife's family. (She's the one, along with my buddy Jon Broad, who inspired me to do this.) This has had mixed results, many of which I plan to feature in this blog.

This is my second attempt at blogging, joining the world of blog, the blogsphere, hopping on the blogtrain. Once, while enjoying a good flagon of particularly watered-down blog in a French bloghouse, I had my left femur removed by an Irish...no, actually, what happened was this: I started my 1st blog last year, which you may recall as 2003, and it was hacked by some fiendish, repugnant piece of shit who I hope rots in a hole reserved for the vilest anal bandits with infected members. That fucker wrecked my work, and while it was not brilliant, it was mine. Some of it may get republished, because, after all, we rebuild when the terrorists come, right?